In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a sellsword, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the other two. โDo it,โ says the king, โfor I am your lawful ruler.โ โDo it,โ says the priest, โfor I command you in the names of the gods.โ โDo it,โ says the rich man, โand all this gold shall be yours.โ So tell meโwho lives and who dies?
George R. R. Martina few days ago she had been wandering around with a swatch of black silk tied over her eyes. Syrio was teaching her to see with her ears and her nose and her skin, she told him. Before that, he had her doing spinds and back flips. "Arya, are you certain you want to persist in this?" She nodded. "Tomorrow we're going to catch cats." "Cats." Ned sighed.
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